The First Rebreather Lyrics

	In a place where the river banks draw near
	men work a heading to the west.
	Where streams like giants’ fingers close
	from the hills to the emptiness beneath,
	to the depths of the mere.
	Morning light
	midwinter sun
	underneath;
	the river song.
	In a place where the river banks draw close
	men break stone to make new ground.
	Light and air are hard down deep to find
	engines work to hold the water back
	to the edge of the mere.
	‘Run boys run toward the light;
	the river’s in, the tunnel’s in’;
	Here she comes
	the sleeper wakes,
	ten thousand years
	she lay in wait for this.
	Every night their dreams were filled
	with the fear of the river breaking in.
	But this was not a river god,
	this was something rising from the deep,
	from the depths of the mere.
	‘Run boys run make for the light,
	save yourselves, the tunnel’s in.’
	Here he comes
	the first rebreather,
	like a mummer,
	like a souler
	(come to save them.)
	Rising up to the height of the river
	at flood tide.
	Engines fail, lost to the water
	as silence falls.
	This man will walk into darkness,
	one foot in front of the other,
	into the unsounded depths
	of the heading;
	into the fifth circle of hell,
	with no light to lead him home,
	man is all alone at the end.
	This man will walk into darkness
	without fear of what lurks in the shadows.
	Watching the surface grow quite still,
	waiting for hope at the ninth hour,
	man all alone in the darkness.
	Here he comes:
	the first rebreather.

	In a place where the river banks draw near
	men work a heading to the west.
	Where streams like giants' fingers close
	from the hills to the emptiness beneath,
	to the depths of the mere.
	Morning light
	midwinter sun
	underneath
	the river song.
	In a place where the river banks draw close
	men break stone to make new ground.
	Light and air are hard down deep to find
	engines work to hold the water back
	to the edge of the mere.
	' Run boys run toward the light
	the river' s in, the tunnel' s in'
	Here she comes
	the sleeper wakes,
	ten thousand years
	she lay in wait for this.
	Every night their dreams were filled
	with the fear of the river breaking in.
	But this was not a river god,
	this was something rising from the deep,
	from the depths of the mere.
	' Run boys run make for the light,
	save yourselves, the tunnel' s in.'
	Here he comes
	the first rebreather,
	like a mummer,
	like a souler
	come to save them.
	Rising up to the height of the river
	at flood tide.
	Engines fail, lost to the water
	as silence falls.
	This man will walk into darkness,
	one foot in front of the other,
	into the unsounded depths
	of the heading
	into the fifth circle of hell,
	with no light to lead him home,
	man is all alone at the end.
	This man will walk into darkness
	without fear of what lurks in the shadows.
	Watching the surface grow quite still,
	waiting for hope at the ninth hour,
	man all alone in the darkness.
	Here he comes:
	the first rebreather.

	In a place where the river banks draw near
	men work a heading to the west.
	Where streams like giants' fingers close
	from the hills to the emptiness beneath,
	to the depths of the mere.
	Morning light
	midwinter sun
	underneath
	the river song.
	In a place where the river banks draw close
	men break stone to make new ground.
	Light and air are hard down deep to find
	engines work to hold the water back
	to the edge of the mere.
	' Run boys run toward the light
	the river' s in, the tunnel' s in'
	Here she comes
	the sleeper wakes,
	ten thousand years
	she lay in wait for this.
	Every night their dreams were filled
	with the fear of the river breaking in.
	But this was not a river god,
	this was something rising from the deep,
	from the depths of the mere.
	' Run boys run make for the light,
	save yourselves, the tunnel' s in.'
	Here he comes
	the first rebreather,
	like a mummer,
	like a souler
	come to save them.
	Rising up to the height of the river
	at flood tide.
	Engines fail, lost to the water
	as silence falls.
	This man will walk into darkness,
	one foot in front of the other,
	into the unsounded depths
	of the heading
	into the fifth circle of hell,
	with no light to lead him home,
	man is all alone at the end.
	This man will walk into darkness
	without fear of what lurks in the shadows.
	Watching the surface grow quite still,
	waiting for hope at the ninth hour,
	man all alone in the darkness.
	Here he comes:
	the first rebreather.

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